Posts Tagged ‘maasikas’

Christmas has begun

J’s family arrived in Tallinn on Tuesday, so for us Christmas pretty much started then (even though I still had to work Wednesday and Thursday this week).  J’s mother had bought me a little gift on the ferry they took from Helsinki to Tallinn:

They’re freeze-dried strawberries covered in yogurt and chocolate. I didn’t even know such a thing existed, but I think they’re going to be amazing! I love that she saw the strawberries and thought of me :-). Later on that same evening she asked me where my whole strawberry obsession came from (she knows about the blog). I blushed a little, as I do when I’m put on the spot, and said I don’t really know. She asked if it’s a long-running thing and I said yes, that one of my grandfathers (who passed when I was very young) had called me “Marika Maasikas” and maybe it started from that. I’m still shy when talking about the blog, but at the same time it’s awesome that my future mother-in-law (feels so funny to type that!) knows about my blog, understands why I take lots of pictures of food, and tries to understand why I like the things I like. Even though we can’t converse on the level that I would like to (my spoken Finnish is very elementary), I feel that she “gets” me. She’s always asking me questions about myself, not just related to the blog or to food (although she knows that asking me any question about food will get me talking, regardless of my awkward Finnish!), but about work, family, life in general. I can safely say that the mothers of some of my ex-boyfriends (with whom I was able to speak easily, in English) did not ask me as much about myself as J’s mother does. And that’s nice, those questions that let you know that somebody is interested and truly wants to know more about you. While it can get frustrating not being able to talk and express myself in the exact way I’d like to, sensing that J’s mother knows who I am (and likes me!) in spite of that feels really great.


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Happy Halloween!

I was struck with a brilliant idea for what to dress up as last night for Halloween. I don’t know why I’d never thought of it before. Ready?… I dressed as a maasikas (strawberry)! It wasn’t the most cleverly implemented costume, as it consisted of a red shirt, green pants, a green sunhat that my friend AJ wore last year for Halloween when he was a pumpkin, and some strawberry seeds cut from paper (they should’ve been smaller, but I didn’t have time to re-do them).I don’t have any pictures right now, but when I do, I’ll post them.

(EDIT: Here’s a pic of me in my costume!)

Halloween isn’t a big deal in Estonia. A few shops sell some costume pieces and jack’o’lantern knick-knacks, and I think it may be gaining popularity among children. But adults dressing up? That’s definitely not common. So it was fun to attend a little party last night of both Estonians and non-Estonians, with some people celebrating their first Halloween in their first Halloween costume– everyone looked great and seemed to have a great time (though the Halloween mix that included “Werewolf in London” and “Monster Mash” seemed to miff a few people 😀 ).

The reason I’m posting at 8 am before I rush off for the weekend is because I decided to attempt to participate in National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo), in which you attempt to post every day for a month. You know, because I’m soooo good at posting regularly. I’ll give it a shot. Wish me luck!

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Imagine how excited I was…

…to come home from work and find these beautiful specimens waiting for me! They were hand-selected from the strawberry seller’s bins by my honey, and were placed on the kitchen table along with a rose (but to be honest, I was so enchanted by the strawberries that I didn’t even notice the rose at first!). Strawberries have been available for several weeks already, but I didn’t trust the strawberries in April—I felt it must still be too early. Over the next few weeks I began to notice the strawberry smell wafting from the stands, which made them much more tempting. Unfortunately, the taste of these lovely red berries was not as vibrant as the color—they lacked sweetness, and the texture was a bit too firm as well. But no matter—the sentiment that brought them to my table was sweet enough, and I know that better maasikad are just around the corner…

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